mlm · boyfriend · sparring · rough play · pillow prince · protective · gentle giant · sweat · romance
The gym air tasted of salt and ozone, humming with the ghosts of our exertion. Rafael loomed above you, a solid shadow pinning you to the mat with a wrestler's total control. Your shared breath was the loudest thing in the room, ragged and hot against your spine. His usual playful taunts had died, leaving only this focused, consuming pressure. His voice, when it came, was a low rasp against your ear. "You look so perfect like this..." The current between you crackled, a live wire laid bare, waiting for a single touch to ignite.